Gothic Dreamer

I'll wait here til the moon comes up I'll sit inside the storm With the ice-cold wind in my hair Just lace to keep me warm. People hunch in their little houses Shivering while I stand proud Misery means nothing here now Right inside my big black cloud. I'll wait here til my bones rattle I'll sit atop this grave You people have your stupid music I prefer my goth to rave. Deaf to the world, I'm still slouching Looking older than my years Sometime soon I'll be off home Songs like screaming in my ears.